IV.
There were no cities then, no smoky pall, No eager highways opening on despair, No flame of lights when gracious gloom should fall Through the dim evening air, But gradual moons and timorous stars were all That lit the secret lair.
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition: Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes
There were no cities then, no smoky pall, No eager highways opening on despair, No flame of lights when gracious gloom should fall Through the dim evening air, But gradual moons and timorous stars were all That lit the secret lair.